Speechless (Pier 70 #3) (11 page)

Twelve

Thursday, July 14
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“GOT IT!” TEAGUE called out to Cam as he headed back out the door. No way was he sticking around to see if there was anything else they wanted from him. He’d noticed that gleam in Roan’s eye, which usually meant paperwork was going to be tossed his way. It was too damn close to closing time to be thinking about that shit.

He wasn’t in the mood for paperwork. He was
never
in the mood for paperwork.

So, he would gladly take the pile of messages back to the repair shop and return the phone calls from people who were looking for repairs. That was something he was more than happy to take care of. Due to the fact that Hudson couldn’t call people directly, Teague had always managed those when necessary. Certainly wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but it came with the job, so he didn’t bitch about it.

When he rounded the corner into the repair shop a couple of minutes later, he saw Hudson talking to two guys. More accurately, two guys Teague had seen come around before.

One was a light-skinned black guy with a shiny bald head. He was a big guy, built similar to Hudson with muscles bulging throughout his upper body. The other guy was a tall redhead with buzzed hair and a quick smile.

Teague watched them as he passed by, going straight for Hudson’s office. These two weren’t customers, he knew that much. They’d stopped by to chat it up with Hudson on more than one occasion, although Teague had never questioned who they were. Right now, he wanted to know, and he knew that was stupid.

It was almost as though he were jealous, but there was no damn way that was the case. He couldn’t give less of a fuck who Hudson spent his time with.

“Cool,” one of the guys said. “Sounds like a plan. We’ll run out and grab some food and bring it back. Meet you at your place in an hour?”

Hudson nodded, smiling.

Teague felt the anger burst in his gut. Who the fuck were they, and what the fuck was Hudson going to be doing with them in his apartment?

Fuck.

Don’t care.

Don’t care.

Don’t care.

He repeated that over and over until he was in Hudson’s office. He slammed the door a little harder than necessary, then dropped into Hudson’s leather chair, pulling the phone toward him. A memory of last Saturday plowed into him. The day Hudson had blown him right here in this very office. On
this
desk. With his feet on
this
chair.

His dick jerked, but he ignored it.

Fuck Hudson.

Whatever he was doing with those guys was none of Teague’s business. If Hudson wanted to get naked and screw them both, Teague didn’t give a fuck.

Liar.

His chest ached from the fury that was building up. Why would Hudson want to flaunt that shit in front of him? They were barely a week into this stupid arrangement, Hudson hadn’t bothered to even get down to business and fuck Teague yet, and now he was already moving on?

Bastard.

Teague grabbed the phone receiver and punched out the number, taking a deep breath. When the customer answered, Teague managed a civil conversation, getting the details of the problem. Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone and was moving on to the next one. The fury was still simmering, but the distraction was working. Teague knew how to be civil when necessary.

And right now, it was definitely necessary.

Two hours later, Teague decided to give up for the day. Hudson had left an hour ago without so much as a word. It was as though he was ignoring Teague, and that shit pissed him off. He was tempted to barge into Hudson’s apartment to see what the fuck he was doing, but it was none of his damn business.

Instead, he stopped by the lakeside restaurant and grabbed a burger, then took it back up to his apartment to eat it. He heard sounds coming from across the hall. Voices—which had to belong to those two guys—as well as what was likely the television. His mind conjured up all kinds of shit that could be taking place behind that closed door. None of it was good.

He reminded himself that he didn’t care, that Hudson hadn’t agreed to spend all his time with Teague, and that he didn’t want to see Hudson today anyway. After downing his burger, he took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of shorts, grabbed a glass of water, and was back on his couch in front of the television once again.

Staring at the screen, he tried to ignore the mumbled sounds coming from across the hall.

Hudson had said they had to be exclusive during this arrangement, yet he had two guys over there.
Two.
That was bullshit.

The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got.

“Fuck you, Hudson,” he whispered, flopping back on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

“Oh, hell yeah!” someone hollered.

That did it.

Teague was on his feet and over at Hudson’s door before he knew what the fuck he was doing. He rationalized it by telling himself it was okay, Hudson had already barged in on him, so he was simply returning the favor.

He knocked on the door and waited.

Ready to rip Hudson a new one and tell him to go fuck himself.

Just as soon as the giant fucking asshole opened the damn door.

“SOMEONE’S AT YOUR door, man. Want me to answer it?” Calvin asked, glancing over at Hudson.

Hudson shook his head. He knew who it was, and he could already picture Teague’s angry face standing on the other side, practically burning a hole in the wood with the fury burning in his eyes.

He really wasn’t looking forward to this confrontation, but he’d known it was coming since he’d seen Teague in the repair shop after Calvin and Shawn left to grab food so they could sit back and watch the baseball game together. They’d been giving Hudson a hard time because they hadn’t seen him for most of the summer. Between the cruise and the workload, Hudson had been keeping busy. By this time of the year, they would’ve gone camping and fishing at least twice. It was what they did. Been a tradition since they were in high school.

Hell, for almost all four years of high school, the three of them had been inseparable. Thanks to football, they’d sort of stumbled upon an easy friendship, and they’d continued even after that stage of their lives was over.

Not that Teague would understand any of that. Hudson could only imagine what was going through the kid’s head. Nothing good, he knew that much.

I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t eat my damn food.

“No promises,” Calvin muttered, his eyes flipping back to the television.

Because he didn’t want to subject Shawn and Calvin to Teague’s tirade, he quickly opened the door and stepped out into the hall before Teague could get a good look inside.

“What the fuck are you doing in there?” Teague blasted him when he stepped into the hall.

It probably didn’t look good that Hudson was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. He’d taken a shower when he got home, and it’d been too damn hot to put on anything else. His buddies didn’t give a shit what he was or wasn’t wearing, so he hadn’t thought anything of it. Calvin and Shawn were both straight as an arrow. Based on the way Teague’s eyes raked over him, the kid was going to have an issue with it.

In a way, Hudson liked that he did.

“You’re an asshole,” Teague seethed. “You said we had to fucking be exclusive if we were doing this shit.” He pointed toward Hudson’s apartment. “Who are those guys? Are you fucking them?”

Knowing that Teague was loud enough for half the lake to hear, Hudson grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him around, and walked him back into his own apartment before shutting the door. Before Teague could scream at him some more, Hudson backed him against the door and crushed his mouth over Teague’s.

Teague groaned, but he didn’t push Hudson away, so Hudson deepened the kiss, trying to calm Teague down. Communication was damn near impossible because Hudson had left his phone in his apartment and Teague didn’t know sign language, so this was about as good as it got. If Teague asked yes-or-no questions, Hudson could oblige, otherwise, he would have to do his communications with his hands.

And Hudson knew exactly how to talk to Teague.

“Are you fucking them?” Teague growled when Hudson pulled back to look at him.

Hudson shook his head, meeting Teague’s eyes.

“Have you ever fucked them?”

Again, he shook his head.

“Do you
want
to fuck them?”

Hudson gave Teague a
don’t be absurd
look.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do because it sparked Teague’s temper again. When Teague finally managed to work up enough anger to push Hudson back, he spun the kid around and pressed him against the door, his chest to Teague’s back.

The kid was warm, his skin smooth. Hudson had begun craving this, feeling Teague’s body against his. It had only been four days since the night they’d made out right there on Teague’s couch, and Hudson had been aching to do it again ever since. The only reason he was holding out was because he knew he couldn’t give in to Teague completely. The kid was irrational when it came to certain things, and sex was one of those things. The fact that he was jealous that Hudson had friends over was proof that Teague was looking for more than just sex, though he doubted Teague would admit that.

“Get off of me.” Teague was breathing hard, his cheek pressed against the door.

Hudson leaned down and kissed Teague’s shoulder, then sucked his skin into his mouth.

Teague moaned, still trying to buck Hudson off.

Not this time.

Hudson was not going to let Teague get away with making these assumptions. The kid had to learn a little control. He needed to have patience. And above all else, he had to trust Hudson. Otherwise, this was pointless. They would never get anywhere.

“Why are you doing this?” Teague questioned on a breathy moan.

Hudson pressed into Teague, grinding his rigid dick against Teague’s ass while reaching around and flattening his palms on Teague’s chest, holding him tight, pinching his nipples as he continued to suck the skin on his shoulder and neck.

Teague stopped trying to resist, just as Hudson expected.

“Oh … fuck…” Teague tilted his head, giving Hudson better access to his neck. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Hudson smiled. Those were the words he expected, but for the first time, there wasn’t much conviction behind them.

In a few minutes, he figured Teague would be giving up the fight completely.

Or that was Hudson’s plan, anyway.

Thirteen

TEAGUE REALLY, REALLY hated Hudson.

He hated that he wanted the giant fucking asshole so damn much.

He hated that he didn’t mind being pinned to the door by Hudson’s giant fucking body.

He hated that he wanted Hudson to finish what he was starting, and he didn’t even care how that fucking played out.

As long as Hudson didn’t go back to his apartment with those other fucking assholes.

Oh, and he hated that he’d been so weak that he’d blurted out his thoughts. He didn’t give a shit if Hudson had fucked those guys before. Or even if he wanted to. As long as he wasn’t doing it now, when they had a fucking arrangement.

The arrangement was the only thing he cared about.

Really.

Breathing roughly, Teague tried to slow his pounding heart. Hudson’s mouth felt so damn good on him. And the way Hudson held him, his arms wrapped tightly, gripping Teague’s chest while he sent sparks of pleasure-pain darting through his nipples … for a moment, he felt grounded. As though maybe he wouldn’t fly apart in a fit of rage.

Usually, when the rage took over, Teague would succumb to it, incapable of forcing it away, unable to calm himself down. He didn’t know why that was, but it’d been the way things were since he was young. He craved the anger, fed off of it.

“I hate you,” Teague ground out, the words bursting out of his mouth. As much as he enjoyed this, he hated it just the same. He did not want to be Hudson’s plaything, but that was what he seemed to be.

Hudson’s hand slid down into his shorts and…

“Aww, hell…Yes.”

Teague’s hips jerked wildly. The heat of Hudson’s hands brushed the length of his dick, urging it to life, although he was half-hard already.

“Fuck… Oh, God, yes… Touch me.”

Teague’s eyes rolled back in his head as Hudson’s big, callused hand wrapped around his dick. When Hudson’s other hand dropped from his chest, he had about a second to breathe before his shorts were being ripped down his legs, puddling on the floor at his feet.

Oh, fuck. This was exactly what he needed. Hudson’s big body once again pressing him against the door, his warm mouth on Teague’s neck, and his hand stroking Teague’s throbbing dick.

Teague didn’t want to want him so damn much, but he did. He so fucking did.

“Hudson… Goddamn you… Aww, yes…”

Closing his eyes, Teague let the sensations take over. His body had come to life, and he felt every damn thing Hudson was doing to him. He was hypersensitive and keenly aware of every touch of Hudson’s mouth, his hand, his chest.

Once again Hudson was shifting and then…

“Oh, fuck!”

Teague felt the smooth flesh of Hudson’s dick against his back. It wasn’t where Teague wanted it, but it was more than he’d ever had, so he would take it.

Hudson jerked Teague off while he pushed his hips forward, grinding his cock against him. Teague wanted to beg him to fuck him, but he wasn’t going to tell Hudson as much. Not yet. He didn’t want to risk Hudson stopping. Teague was already coming apart, the anger being overridden by something entirely different.

Teague flattened his palms on the door when Hudson’s mouth began trailing down his back. He hadn’t realized how sensitive that part of him was until this moment. The way Hudson’s tongue slid down his spine… Teague’s ass clenched, desperate for Hudson to fill him, to fuck him until all thoughts were obliterated.

“Yes … yes…” Teague chanted the word as Hudson moved lower, his hand releasing Teague’s cock and then separating Teague’s ass cheeks before his warm tongue speared him. “Fuck!”

Teague went up on his toes, trying to urge Hudson right where he wanted him. His ankles were trapped in his shorts, so he couldn’t spread his legs farther, but Hudson didn’t seem to care. He was doing all the work, holding Teague open while he rimmed him.

Teague needed more, but when he reached down to stroke his dick, Hudson slapped his hand away, making him groan in frustration. He had no idea how much time passed while Hudson fucked his ass with his tongue. He felt the pressure building inside him, knew if Hudson kept that up, he would likely be able to come. Even without friction on his dick. It was that damn good, and Teague had always enjoyed having his ass played with.

Hudson bit Teague’s butt cheek, then spun him around.

Off-balance, Teague nearly fell, but Hudson’s arm went across his stomach, holding him against the wall. Teague looked down his body to see Hudson kneeling before him. He held his breath when Hudson began kissing his stomach, licking his abs as he moved lower. When the furnace of Hudson’s mouth slid over his cock, Teague nearly came.

He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by how hot it was to see Hudson on his knees before him. Teague was still pinned to the door, unable to thrust his hips forward, unable to force himself deeper into Hudson’s throat, but he didn’t care. As long as Hudson continued working him like that, he wasn’t going to last, anyway.

He watched Hudson’s face, noticing the way Hudson’s eyes locked with his while he sucked Teague’s dick. He was controlling everything, but Teague hardly noticed. It felt so damn good, all the attention on his dick.

“Oh, yeah…”

Hudson lifted Teague’s dick, pressing it against his stomach before taking Teague’s nuts in his mouth. He sucked them so exquisitely Teague cried out, his dick pulsing.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he warned. “Fuck, Hudson. I’m gonna…”

Hudson’s mouth wrapped around Teague’s shaft once more as he took Teague all the way to the root. His tongue swirled over the head before he began sucking in earnest. Teague couldn’t hold back any longer.

And when Hudson gripped his balls, kneading them roughly, Teague slammed his head back against the door and shot straight down Hudson’s throat, spasms racking his body as he came. Hard.

HUDSON SWALLOWED TEAGUE’S cum down, then bolted to his feet, pressed his body against the kid, and devoured his mouth. Teague’s hands flew around Hudson’s neck, his fingers linking into Hudson’s hair. It was as though Teague was trying to keep himself together.

Which had been the plan.

As much as Hudson wanted to push away, to walk right out that door and leave Teague to his thoughts, he couldn’t seem to do it.

Not yet.

When Teague finally relaxed somewhat, Hudson pulled his mouth back, placed his hand on top of Teague’s head, and roughly pushed him down to his knees. The throaty noise that came from Teague told him the kid didn’t mind one bit.

Staring down at Teague, Hudson fed his cock into Teague’s mouth, then planted one hand on the door, the other on Teague’s head. He wasn’t going to take his time, and he wasn’t going to be gentle. Instead, he began fucking Teague’s face, tugging on his hair, enjoying the way Teague’s moans sent vibrations up his shaft, straight to his balls.

Hudson focused on finding his release, not willing to draw this out any longer. He’d given Teague what he needed, and now it was his turn. He wasn’t usually this selfish, but he couldn’t deny that he was pissed at Teague for pushing him this far. He shouldn’t have given in when he got here, but he couldn’t help it. He found too damn much pleasure in Teague’s body, in making him cry out as he came.

So, it was only fair that Hudson get his.

He punched his hips forward rapidly, driving his dick into Teague’s mouth while he held the kid’s head still with one hand in his hair. Teague was slobbering as he tried to take more of him, but never did he try to pull away. When Teague’s eyes lifted and met Hudson’s, he was done for.

He gripped Teague’s face with both hands, thrusting deep and fast until his thigh muscles burned and his dick was exploding on Teague’s raspy tongue. He watched Teague swallow before he released him. Hudson didn’t give Teague time to think before he was pulling him to his feet and once again slamming his mouth on Teague’s. The kiss was possessive, reflecting every ounce of his frustration. He doubted Teague would even notice, but he didn’t care if he did.

Hudson would have to have a talk with Teague about this type of shit. The kid shouldn’t be reacting so violently, but more than that, Hudson shouldn’t have given in.

But it was too late for regrets now.

Softening the kiss, Hudson licked the inside of Teague’s mouth a few more times before pulling back and pressing his forehead to Teague’s. He had so many things he wanted to say, but the communication barrier made that impossible. If they were going to make this work—even for the short term—Teague was going to have to learn some sign language. Enough to have a fairly basic conversation.

“Why didn’t you fuck me?”

Hudson shrugged. He could’ve signed to Teague, told him that he wasn’t ready for that yet, but it wouldn’t matter. Teague wouldn’t understand.

When his heart rate returned to normal, Hudson pulled up his shorts, kissed Teague softly once more, and made the hard decision to walk out the door. He didn’t know how Teague would react, but he didn’t care. He needed some time to think.

Considering Calvin and Shawn were still in his apartment, he knew he would be ridiculed, but again, that didn’t concern him right now. He needed to figure out how the fuck he’d lost control, how Teague had played him so easily, and how to ensure that it didn’t happen again.

When he walked in his door, Shawn and Calvin peered up at him, both of them smirking. He shook his head and signed for them to keep their mouths shut. They both laughed, as he’d expected.

“Can’t seem to stay away from that kid, can you?” Calvin asked.

Hudson glared at his friend.

Calvin held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not judging, man. I’m happy for you. You’ve been fighting this one for a long damn time.”

Shut up and watch the game.

Shawn chuckled. “He was kinda pissed, huh?”

Calvin followed suit. “You tell him we came to watch the game?”

Hudson shook his head.

“Why the hell not? Probably would’ve made him feel better,” Shawn noted.

“Or you coulda invited him over,” Calvin added. “That would’ve eased his mind.”

Probably.

“Probably, nothin’.” Calvin snorted.

“So I take it y’all are a little more than friends now?” Shawn laughed, finding his statement far too amusing.

Hudson turned his attention to the television, trying to fight his smile. He lost the battle, grinning like a fool. Yeah, it was safe to say they were a little more than friends. Granted, Teague could be planning how he was going to kill Hudson in his sleep for walking out on him.

But that was something he would worry about later.

Right now, he simply wanted to eat some wings, watch the game, and try not to think about what the fuck had just happened a few minutes ago.

He had a feeling he could accomplish the first two things, but the latter would be damn near impossible.